The night was dark, my mood even darker, thoughts of illusion and seduction running thought my mind. What lights, what music would I need to satisfy this need in me. The need to release the feelings of longing and loneliness, the need to hear your words full of tenderness and desire that touch my heart and soul. The hands that touch my skin so clear and real, are but a fantasy in my mind. But for the miles that separate us, you would be as real as the blood that flows though my veins or the air I breath.

As I sat in the dressing room preparing myself for the show to come, I've already chosen the music I need. The type of music that can take my hand, show me the way to rid myself of this lonely feeling. I'll wear my hair as always long and straight to the middle of my back, I'm feeling so dark an lonely tonight, that I'll wear my eye makeup dark, smoky with heavy black lashes, dark red lip stick. At the corner of my right eye, I'll wear a row of three small white rhinestones, to give the appearance of three sparkling tears, falling from my eye down my cheek. Just a slight dusting of fine glittering powder on my body, so as to give a shimmer to my skin under the lights.

I'll be wearing a small black g-string, with white rhinestones that run around over my hips to the back. My bra will be black backless, with only rhinestone straps that hold each cup, running over my shoulders and under each arm, I'll have a full circle sheer black panel that attaches to the back of my g-string,that I'll use by lifting one corner of the sheer panel, during spins or turns as the music tells me.

I'll wear a tight black, straight dress split high up the front, with three rows of flamenco style ruffles around the bottom and a pair of black strapless high heels. No jewelry except a pair of long drop, white rhinestone earrings. Lastly a large deep purple, almost black feather boa that I'll wear as I enter, letting it fall to the floor till I need it when I'm wearing only my earrings, g-string, heels and that feather boa. Well... I guess I'm about as ready as I'm going to be... It's show time.

I hear my music begin to play, the song...Invisible Tattoo.... I walk out on the stage, boa draped low around my back with the ends hanging loosely over each arm in front of me. I stand there long enough for the people to stop talking, turn and look at me. When I know I have their full attention, I raise one arm holding the edge of my feather boa and begin my slow seductive walk around the stage to the music, always watching the eyes. Letting the image as well as the music begin to work it's magic, the magic is more for me tonight, than the audience.

The sound of the music loud the way I like it, helps take my mind off the faces at the edge of the stage. The eyes that watch, the thoughts behind those eyes that I don't care to know. Some I can see being caught up in the fantasy, the music and me. As I begin to work my way though the music, with each piece of costume I remove with each song, I can feel my mood beginning to change. I am Delila... the drug these men and women, have come for.

Towards the end of my show I notice a man sitting alone in the back corner, as I try to see beyond the lights in my eyes, I recognize your face like so many times before, like you'd never been away. I'm so glad to see you, that all else disappears around me,except for your face there watching me, I wish I'd known you were coming..

When my last song ends I leave the stage wearing my heels and g-string, I walk down the stairs though the rows of tables and people, back to where you're sitting. I stand before you looking into your eyes, lean forward close to you and take your hand bring it to my lips and kiss your palm, then put it to my cheek where the three sparkling tears are, as I say to you... I think these belong to you, I don't need them now... you're here.

The trees sing a melody I won't soon forget.And your eyes say everything I wanted to hear.But there's so many reasons why I won't tell you what I'm really thinking.

I'm sure you already know.

You already knowI fall deeper with every metaphor you utter.You already knowmy heart beats faster when my eyes line up with yours.You already knowthat the touch of your hand, given out in help,sparks a whirlwind of emotions within me.

I want to know the meaningbehind every glance you throw my way.All your "interesting's" and "in due time's"drive me insane with the desire to discoverevery inch of your soul.

You fascinate me,and confuse me.There's such a sense of wonder whenever I'm around you,like the world could be anything I want it to be.Around you,there's nothing else but the moment.It's like we only exist in some make believe placethat only we can get to.

Whenever we're together, we drift into our own world,and I'm always so hesitant to return to reality.Because, in reality, we don't exist.We're nothing.No songs from mother nature,no metaphoric truths.No hurricane of emotions,or adventures of discovery.

The real world;a place where we could never be.There's so many reasons why we can't,and, in turn, so many reasons why I can't tell you what I'm really thinking.

The way you look at me. The way you laugh at my jokesthat aren't funny. Has it really been a whole summer? It feels like I never left your side.

Is it bad that I want to wrap myself up in you? To feel your warmth around me? You joke about your guns, but would they make me feel safe? We go back and forth, words rolling off tongues without the slightest hesitation, like the pitter-patter of two hearts beating as one. Tell me you don’t feel it.

I’ll never let on to my desires. I joke, but do you know I’m not joking? You must. You joke, but do I know you’re not joking? I don’t. Maybe one day we won’t joke anymore, but in the best sense of the lacking.

Somewhere between the laughter, smiles, hugs, shoving, poking, and flirting lay the desire for something a little more. But it’s so unclear to know whose heart is wishing. I can’t hear my thoughts over the pounding of my heart…or is that yours?

I grab your hand for stability, but temporary always has its end. I’d rather go on my own anyway, but I would have fallen without you there. And even the tiny touch of skin sparked. Tell me you didn’t feel it.

I’m afraid I've already given too much away. Is it written all over my face? Tell me you don’t see it.

I'm not sure why I feel this way about you; perhaps its because of these dreams I have about you. But I will ironically be the last to know that you love me. And sadly without you I don't feel whole and I wonder why. Can you honestly tell me we shouldn't try this together? My tears have turned the tides, can you tell? Love is a funny thing and yet one more often than not wishes for it to be over. And the funny thing is this world is another mans dream and was never for me. I am the greates thinker you may ever meet. But many could care less due to their dreamworld reality. And could I forget the country from which I get my bumpkin rootes? Just like a childish disease this greed makes my mind want to use my hands to bring love to life. And yet these days go by and still I think about all of the words you said to me when I was at my worst. Days and days seem to go by and still I think about you. Repetition, repetition, repetition without you my dear. But this is it can you hear me? Can you hear the stars come out like I do? And when you've lost everything you can lose I would've offered all of mine. The storm makes me believe that I can be almost anything if I just believe. Nothing is ever as it seems so why should I stop believing?

behind the barswalking and searchingrunning and hiddingi live in the darknot even getting lighterthis is memy life is a wastemy future is a trasha mistake to be a humanwhat happened nothingan empty brain ,stone heartan immoral souland now i am a prisoertoo shy to be a sinnerstill im a believerthat ill change for the better

GOODBYEit is hard to choose words on saying goodbye.no words can ease the pain brought by the sensation of goodbye.no words can hide the sorrow of goodbye. but wjy there is good in the word goobye?why dont we just use bye instead of goodbye?;( is it a simple way of saying that there is good in saying goodbye?there is a surprise in every ending?there is a new beginning behind the old beginning?still there's a doubt within myself. i keep on cryong whenever i hear someone saying goodbye. no one feels happy whener encountering the door of goodbye. how can i live in a world full of goodbyes? but as time goes on i realized something. GOODBYE MEANS FOREVER GOODBYE MEANS NOT SEEING YOUR LOVED ONES FOREVERGOODBYE MEANS TO SURRENDER THE MEMORIES AND GIVING UP YOUR FIGHT.I wish that word never exists in our life , in our world. but as i stare onthat word i believe that there is happiness in every goodbyes.

my sensesstanding alone along the roadwalking for a hundred milescounting a million timeslooking for someonecan it be you?hearing the tick tack of my watchas the soundtrack on the patchfeel the every beat of my heartas i close my eyes in each day

every glimpse of my eyeli'l step of my footsounds that my ears heari know my senses will lead me to you

GENZGenz keeps on askingkeeps on searchingwhy do i need to msufferonly love i offer

genz keeps on tellingkeeps on findingwhat's his reasonthe change of reason

genz keeps on crying keeps on shoutingthat i am in veincan not get out the pain

genz keeps on walkingkeeps on lovingthe reason of my hurtingmy tears are keep on falling

SOMEDAYsomeday someone will love me the way i love yousomeday this rain of tears will be an ocean of smilesomeday i am going to be happy witout your shadowsomeday someone will make me happysomeday someone will weep my tearssomeday i am going to sit beside himsomeday i will have a path of twoa journey for loverssomeday i am going to be a princessprincess on my own fairytalesomeday someone will be there for mesomeone who will love ,esomeone that i can hold on tosomeone that will miss me the way i missed yousomeone that will do everything for mesomeone that will care for meandsomeone that will not HURT ME THE WAY YOU DIDTO MY INNOCENT HEART

butwhenwillbethat someday?today?when?because i am tired of hoping that

somedayyou couldbe my SOMEONE.

my MAN

once i wish to have my mana man that will protect me in dangera man that will climb me in tha treesjust show how romantic love isa man that will go to my house just to greet my parents and drive me in schoola man that will put his arms on my shouldera man that will stare at me and give me the sweetest smile evera man that will hold my hand and watch me sleepingandlasta man that will put my feet over his feet just to give me the perfect dance in my life

howHow long should i wait for your sweet "yes"how long should i care for your everlasting lovehow long should i cry for you to come backhow long should i hope for you in disguise

so many questionsbut the answers are limitedit can not be answered not me..not her..not himbut youonly you

how long should you play my hearthow long should you be a heartbreakera tear causer.hope grinder,care wasterlove rejector,heart tearer, tell mebecause i am ready to be a toyfor a player and that is you.

oncefor once i wish to be his princessdreamed to be his destinyfantasized to be his wifeprayed to be his bride

for once i want to be the reason of his smliesthe reason why he studies hardthe why of his inspirationthe reason of his every why's

for once i like to be his first and last dancehis first and last girlhis first and last inspirationhis first and last love

i want to happen those things even for onceand that for once will be my forever at once.btw i am genina

Im new to this but I do have a poem I want to submit. Its kinda old, I would also like some feedback. Thanks. I have no title though. Im not that great with names lol. So heres my unwritten poem by Ambar P.

Wrote this last night...it's the first time I post a poem in this community.The title is from an Okkervil River song I'm absolutely fascinated by, called "Another Radio Song". That line just gives me chills, and it spurred what I wrote.I'm not a big fan of structure, so it's very loose, and it's a tad bit on the long side, but you know how it is...when you feel done, you finish.

Is it "bad luck" that people would say,If every guy that I would like to hang around with,Be so busy all the time?I'm not being desperate,I just want to talk to them.I can't help it, I'm a woman I want to talk.Am I merely a thing to them?Is there something wrong with me?Why doesn't he talk to me? Didn't he like me before? Am I the girl that good guys are always too busy for?

What am I worth?Do I express romance too much?Do I scare potential suitors off? Why would anyone be afraid of me?I'm afraid of my feelings, they're too strong.The vibe from them is so powerful, they can feel it to the fullest extent.

I must be very scary, or are they cowards?I'm not rushing, what is going on?My heart is sad. No guy could ever need me."You're lovely," "You're beautiful," I hear.If I am, why am I so lonely? Why can't a guy talk to me?A guy who is fun and thoughful...why are they too busy?Is it because I was born at the wrong time? That I was born a month premature because I was a big baby?

I want to talk to one, but I don't want to seem needy.Maybe it's my color,"Don't be ridiculous!" My soul says. It seems to be true.